pointless drabble

Apr 22, 2008 22:52

Some of you may know, we live two blocks down from the train station, so we get a lot of train traffic here in our slow, sleepy town. I heard the train blowing its horn when I stepped out earlier this evening, leading to this drabble, which is of course completely pointless. lol

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He'd grown up near the train depot. Even at a very young age, the romance of the behemoths from the past called to him. To where did the creaking, groaning, screeching beasts go? Rattling down miles of steel track that disappeared into a distance he strained his eyes to penetrate. Ear piercing bellows echoing for miles after they'd gone.

He'd walk to the edge of the field, to the no man's land between his property and the never ending lane of gravel and track. Late afternoons during the summer, he'd stretch out on the grass and stare into the azure sky, straining his ears for the groan of an approaching train. "Stay in the yard," his mother warned him urgently every time he moved toward the back door. To which he would reply, "I will," though the temptation to edge closer always burned him to the core, especially when the silent, lonely rails lay so forlornly across rigid beams nestled in unforgiving gravel. Waiting there. Waiting to guide yet another far-traveler down the line. It was fodder for the wild dreams of a lonely, imaginative youth.

drabble, writing

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